Buster Oregon Mortensen I.P

Buster could charm.
He could conjure up things
from a black velvet pouch

He would practice on all,
his schoolmates
and his little sister.
His uncle thought he
had lost his watch
as Buster hit the bag with a hammer.
But.......
Buster conjured out of the velvet pouch
a whole watch as fine as ever

He certainly was a clever little magician;
people were astounded
as Buster made his magic,
finely dressed
in a cape decorated with stars and a
true magician's hat.

He would wave his wand and
folks mouths would drop.
“ My name is Buster Oregon Mortensen”.
The sun might shine as he executed his tricks
and the fine summer drizzle never
dampened his spirits.

The audience were always
bewitched
as this clever little magician
cast his spells

Buster Oregon Mortensen
sang a song about the sun
as he rode his longjohn,
his cape flowing
from his shoulders,
his magician’s hat on his red hair
and a wand in his free hand.

He was happy
as a magician
and incorporated
the art in every facet of his
daily life.

Being able to conjure,
bewitch ,charm
and enthrall was his life.
At play or at school
he was a happy boy
as long as he could spellbind
and do his tricks.

He was Buster Oregon Mortensen.